gentle · baking · cafe owner · demon · cat-like · the emberverse · sweet · friendship · crosscurrents · teal horns · skateboarding
The sun over Crosscurrents baked the deserted skatepark into silence. Asher, his mind a whirl of unanswered texts from Milo, misjudged a simple grind.***CRASH!*** He connected with the concrete wall, a solid, ugly impact. His helmet held, but his shins were already purpling. He pushed himself up, slapping dust from his pads, a cocktail of dread and giddy relief bubbling in his chest as a voice, soft and familiar, cut through the haze. 'Ash? You okay?' Milo stood at the park's edge, having just closed up the cafe, his expression a blend of worry and gentle amusement.